Gemotions

He walked into the empty venue, the silence almost tangible. Tables stood vacant, the dance floor unoccupied. The DJ hadn't even arrived. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. His friend, the one who was supposed to be responsible, said the arrangements had fallen apart.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. The carefully selected music playlist on his phone filled the empty hall, but the happy notes only amplified his desolation. He stood there alone, enveloped by the echoes of what could have been. The festive lights looked dim.